I pause, I wonder,
Was this laid out for me
Or is there another, I flounder.
The rocky road winds
Purposefully through the woods,
Unknown though its end remains
Tread this I should.
Through the dark nights and strange sounds
Scorched by the summer sun and washed by
the torrential rain,
Seasoned I had become
At handling a life of vagaries and pain.
And then came the twist
Where the wilderness gave way to a blooming
garden,
Soothing shade and blissful breeze
Trees with bounties and blessings of life
laden.
What had I done to deserve this
A good fortune so out of line with the life
saga,
Did I have it in me to attune to the new
landscape
Or would the call of the wild pull me
yonder?
As the mind continues to doubt, debate and
argue
I do what I have done best ,
exploring the new that has opened before me
I continue to walk down the garden path,
regardless of how and when I may be put to test.
As I take in the beauty and freshness of this
miracle
I wish to pray and appeal to myself,
May I remain humble and grateful forever
To the hand that leads, supports and guides
me to the ever higher self.
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